Manic Street Preachers

Petrified for the millionth time slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes no dismal clouds just this fucking space
I know what's coming
I'm not working
Sweating out intelligence like I don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves and singing with the soundwaves
I know what's coming
I'm not working
Delerium on helium
I am my own experience
I know what's coming
I'm not working